User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-3135907-20160425060246/@comment-1298206-20160718180426

''Eminear was not used to conditions such as these. In spite of the cold and hard climb upward, he saved face in front of the other soldiers and remained impassive. Stopping momentarily to catch his breath, which came out as steam, he glanced back over his shoulder as Rancin called to the others. He wasn't the only one having a difficult time. Had the circumstances been any different, the stoat would have barked out a few smart orders for the lazy good-for-nothings to move their footpaws if they wanted to ever taste another meal again, but Eminear decided it would be best to encourage them if they ever wanted to make it to Rimforst alive.'' "C'mon, lads! Lemme see what soldiers o' King Seergaz are made of! We'll stroll up t' the gates of Rimforst Hold an' show 'em we've got nothin' but the best!"